« You can't imagine the damage caused by the absence of the parents. Moreover, the feeling that educators care for us rather that they love us does not help ... This emptiness felt from my early youth still makes me suffer today »

« So I set out to use words, to provoke laughter among my dear comrades. Very quickly, to the general astonishment, I made myself a place among them. Oddly enough, my authentic friends were not among the first in class, nor among the docile, but among the last, the unruly, those who sneer "all behind", those who know how to be cruel. These very people showed me a tenderness, an innocence, a love that I never found anywhere else. The way they helped me, the way they came into contact with me, was a form of nudity. It was not the pity of the old women who gave me a hundred cents (which I did not always dislike), nor the ostentatious altruism of the son to Dad who demonstrate his good education, his know-how. The cockroach's friendship was clumsy, discreet, sincere. He confided in me and I dared to turn myself in to him. I always remember that rebellious spirit to whom I addressed my usual greeting: "Be wise." One day, he answered me to point: "And you, walk straight!" It gave me extreme pleasure. He felt for myself and had not taken the tweezers that take those who smile blissfully at me when, at the checkout, I bread my packet of herbal spaguettis. There are smiles that hurt, compliments that kill. SOCRATES All this would mean that pitity hurts more than contempt? ALEXANDRE Yes, no piti. Once again, I agree with Nietzsche. I think he sees right when he condemns pity, hypocrisy or appearance. Every day I encounter this condescending look that grows to please me, perhaps sincerely, but which denies my freedom and nies me ipso facto. »

« Suffering does not grow, it is what is done that can grow the individual. No need to suffer to flourish, no need to know isolation to appreciate the presence of the other. »